Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Pakistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
10cc,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Harmonia,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.